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Who's back 🔍 on my blog.

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Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the "I can fix him" movement but that's just not me. He'll fix himself if he knows what's good for him.’ and thats why her works are still calling the shots today.

যেমন জড়িয়েছিলে ঘুম ঘুম বরফ মাসে

আমিও খুঁজি তোমায় আমার আশেপাশে,

আবার সন্ধ্যে বেলা ফিরে যাওয়া জাহাজ বাঁশি

বুকে পাথর রাখা আর মুখে রাখা হাসি,

যে যার নিজের দেশে,

আমরা স্রোত কুড়োতে যাই।

যেভাবে জলদি হাত মেখেছে ভাত,

নতুন আলুর খোসা আর এই ভালবাসা।

আমার দেয়াল-ঘড়ি কাঁটায় তুমি লেগে আছো

আমার দেয়ালঘড়ি কাঁটায় তুমি লেগে আছো।

"Not all men" — enough already. It's always men trying to make everything about them. It's not about you; it's about women. Stop assuming the world revolves around you. When a woman says "all men," try to understand what might have led her to say that instead of immediately jumping to "not all men."

My mother says, "Child, no one likes a mad woman".

But mother, did no one like you too?

or did you swallow your madness, choke on it for years after years

to make them like you?

"Write it down", they say.

"Turn your pain into poetry".

But its not just pain, mother.

It is rage too.

A tempest trapped in my chest.

The pages burn to ashes whenever I put a pen to test.

I try to be a poet.

but I am not a poet mother,

I am a woman.

I want to fly and soar

But they clip my wings down.

So I scream and shout

But they tell me I am mad and muffle my cries.

I water down my painful rage

But I keep choking on it.

"Child, no one likes a mad woman", my mother says again.

I know mother, I know.

So I remain silent

like a simmering volcano.

But the day I rise, there will be ashes

No one will like me then.

No one will be left to like me then.

- P

Pankaj Udhas (1951-2024)

I was in class 5 when i heard his song, my mom played a song called "Chitthi Ayi Hai"... At that age I was not aware what the lines of the song carried. Again, after some months I heard the song "Ahista" and "Chandi Jaisa Rang"... Never knew that his songs will become a daily habit...

Never imagined that a day will arrive when I have to say Pankaj Udhas is no more with us....

You were there with me when the world was against.. Your songs made me heal from all the traumas I had...

Whenever I used to stay quite and sad, Pankaj Ji's songs used to be a healer..... Who knew that my journey with him is going to end so soon...

7years of listening to Pankaj Udhas.. You will be in my heart, forever Pankaj Ji...

Ahista se nahi bata pai, dhadkan ko bhi sunne de rahi hu, raaz ki sarri baat bolrahi hu... Magar aaap nahi rahe.. Aabh mujhe kaun hakikat se chutkara dilwayega?? Itni bhi kya jaldi thi??

Rest in Peace Pankaj Udhas Ji

Tabu, Life of Pi, 2012.

"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

she has suffered a lot. Nobody was good to her... She deserved the world... I can feel you Sylvia... I can...

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when sylvia plath said “i need a father, i need a mother, i need some older, wiser being to cry to. i talk to God but the sky is empty”